pride

rip carina

Thursday, October 3/2013

I didn't know your face;

I didn't know your name,

but now I know everything.

The look on people's faces the day after your death;

pain, anger, sorrow.

I just feel hollow.

You died in the middle of the road,

the road I walked across that very day (twice).

It could've been me,

but it was you instead.

Fate? Destiny?

I'm angry too.

No one deserves to die that way;

hit by a speeding truck,

dragged thirteen feet on pavement,

forced to succumb to gravity and the

human's weak body.

Forever weak.

Forever only human.

Useless, how useless you must've felt;

not yet dead, but not in the era of the living.

Did you feel the pain take you to

another dimension?

Or did the shock paralyze you from

the inside out?

Did your life flash before your eyes?

Or is all that bullshit a lie?

So many questions, so little time.

-Dragonette